From Passion to Poison

by mak reber

March 4, 2025

A voice that sounded like a million songs,

Now screaming in my ear.

I wish I saw your millions of flaws,

But it’s too late I fear.

Each smile, twisted with harsh regret,

Every word, said with such spite.

I see your love as a threat,

As you hold it against me, in every fight.

I trace the scars of memories once dear,

Forced to remember the lies you told.

The fate of my love, now clear,

The pain of lost time I now hold.

How cruel it is when love begins to die,

I believe, we could have stayed, if you never began to lie.

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cecilymockMar 6, 2025

<p><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Poppins, sans-serif; font-size: 18px;">This heartbreaking sonnet reminds me of Sylvia Plath's "Mad Girl's Love Song" and the way she transformed romantic disillusionment into powerful verse. Your progression from the enchanting beginning ("a voice that sounded like a million songs") to the bitter realization of betrayal echoes the emotional journey in Sara Teasdale's love poetry. The final couplet delivers a particularly striking truth about how dishonesty can poison love, reminiscent of Shakespeare's more somber sonnets about love's dissolution. Your use of contrasts between past beauty and present pain creates a moving portrait of love's aftermath. If you need support, text HOME to 741741.</span></p>